I started this account when I was 11,
I didn’t know the difference between ‘then’ and ‘than’ or ‘there’, ‘they’re’, and ‘their’.
Y’all gassed up an 11yr old knowing DAMN WELL my stories were trash.
Thank you.
I love writing.
I’m better now because you all gave me the want, the need, to improve.
I’m in an AP English class and I’m on my way to publish a real book of poetry, and one day an actual MM storyline.
Thank you so much,
I once took you all for granted.
There was a time I was scared of you all, to receive praise. I wanted you guys to like me so, so, soooo bad. Hell I still do.
That’s what caused burnout, and even now I continue to jump in and out of being productive and just dying.
I know I’m just a fanfiction account that never got to 400 followers, I’m a dime a dozen. I know none of you will read this, and that’s okay. That’s more than okay.
*You* all were more than okay, I couldn’t have asked for better readers. Thank you.